I grin, liking the way I am welcomed back into his life. “So I guess I will remain in your speed dial. Am I number two?” I jest.
“Don’t be too full of yourself. My mom’s number two.”
I laugh. “I’m fine with number three then.”
He flicks my forehead. “My advisor is on number three. You’re number four.”
Massaging my forehead, I say, “Make me number three!”
He laughs and then starts to swap my number with his advisor. Once, he’s done, he shows it to me. “Happy now?”
I nod, grinning at him.
“So what else are you here for? I don’t think it’s just for patching up things with me.”
“That’s my main reason.”
“And the second, less important reason?”
“Luis invited me to live with him.”
He frowns. “I think you already know my answer to that.”
“He will help me with finances. He also said th
